Fire — текст песни (Mash Out Posse (M.O.P.))

[Intro]
Yeahhhhhhhhhh! Firing Squad
(You motherfuckers get up) Back in the motherfuckin
(You motherfuckers get up!) Dungeon, nigga
(Get up nigga! GET THE FUCK UP!)
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} HeheheheheHEHE, geah!
Get in yo` ass nigga
Firing Squad huh? Let`s go, let`s go, let`s go!
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} M dot, O dot, P dot, we got
Nigga! Do, flippa{?}, uh, ohh

[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Excuse me, I`m here to earn a mere buck or two
It`s Bill Diggy niggy, who the fuck are you?
Nigga where yo` soldiers at? Dem vultures you ride with?
The niggaz you coincide with, you don`t wanna collide with
(M!) Exclude them, they already know the name
They already know the game, they already know we flame
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} It`s tricky, they put `em in boots
And camoflauge suits, and they still can`t get wit me
I`m wicked, look at the way I rip it
I`m off-balance, I`m mentally challenged, but I`m gifted
(IT`S ON YOU!) You know how we do
I`ll get at yo` crew, with a little twenty-two (hahahahaHA!)
The question is - where the fuck it came from?
Why the fuck you banged him, and who the fuck untamed him?
And why can`t they restrain him?
There`s somethin goin on with this kid
Look in his eyes, he`s angry and straight spittin

[Chorus: M.O.P.]
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Nigga
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Hahahahahaha!
Cobra-ass nigga, NIGGA! (Yeah) NIGGA!

[Danze] Yo, let`s go!

[Verse Two: Lil` Fame]
I have the mind, of a sick psychiatric
{?} perish, with my tactic
Terminate, act hell, I bust brain cells
I`m international, my name rings bells
So take the battle on the beach homeboy, this is a war
Live nigga rap, straight from the Bricks, we got the raw
Fuck a watered down rapper on your hot five at four
We live from the crackhouse, push your money through the door
This is {FI-YAHHHHHHH} we give a fuck about your rag
You motherfuckers made New York look bad
With all you gangsta-ass, Michael, gorillas recognize my M.O.
Or bitch come see me, and Fizzy Wo`
Nigga sixteen bars`ll get you caught up - this ain`t Mickey D`s
But fuck around, and I`ll suicide your order
Pop shit I`m poppin hollows in you niggaz `tinue to serve
When the Desert burn whoever`s left on the menu
First Fam`, we don`t start wars with you, but my dogs will
Lock jaw with you, pop pop pop, {?} witchu
We get love in the cracks of the hood, and they need love
So we just spit it back to the hood, motherfucker we spittin

[Chorus: M.O.P.]
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Nigga
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Get yo` ass up, nigga!
What? What? What-what-what-what-what, ow, oh, AOWWWWW

[Verse Three: Billy Danze]
What happened to the M.O. (P!) nigga we make history
You don`t know? Then find yo` ass on Unsolved Mystery
When the gun blow (the gun blow rapidly)
It`s a twenty-one gun dispute when your troops, come after me
You gotta be a thorough dude my borough rules, live motivators
Fuck a driveby, we walk up, look you in yo` eye and dump

[Verse Four: Lil` Fame]
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} And that`s whassup, so nigga whattup?
You know we reppin B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, ho yeah!
You know the motherfuckin style, my goons is wild
We turn this whole, motherfucker into the OK Corral
(So what it`s gon` be bitch?) Nigga look into this
What a ridiculous, conspicious son of a bitch you is
We was trainin, count your revolver shots when you pop `em
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
(BUKKA-BUKKA-BU-BUKKA DROP HIM!) We spittin

[Chorus: M.O.P.]
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Wha, whoo, wha, ha, ha, ha! Nigga
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Whoo! What, nigga?
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin

[Outro]
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ride out nigga
(It`s the way of the world nigga) Yeah!
Fall up out this bitch
(Sopranos!) C`mon (Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!) {*fades out*}



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